Besides, she also said that if something happens, she will be in front of her.

After thinking about it, Fan Wenwen took a deep breath, stepped forward as if he was dead, poured some water into the inkstone for Wen Qingwu, and began to study ink.

Wen Qingwu himself didn't know how long he had been writing. She is a person who forgets the hour at the mention of a pen.

When she was awakened by a cough, she raised her head to look at Emperor Joan of Arc, who was already walking up the steps, and did not look at him with a dark face and hands behind her back. The people who knelt on the ground in the hall, Wen Qingwu was shocked, and quickly put down his pen and got up to salute.

Fan Yunxian knelt beside him, his body trembling.

Wen Cairen didn't see it when Emperor Joan of Arc came in, but he saw it, and that face stinked so badly. Someone must have provoked him.

It's over, the emperor is looking at the pen and paper on the talent's desk, and he must have found that she was using his things.

It is a sin to use the things of the Son of Heaven for personal use. That's a great sin for them, slaves!

It's over, will the emperor condemn him together?

Just when he was annoyed, regretful, and afraid, he heard Emperor Joan of Arc speak.

"Not necessarily." Emperor Zhende directly raised his hand to interrupt Wen Qingwu's desire to salute, and glanced at the paper and pen and ink on her desk.

He wanted to raise his eyes, but he didn't dare to. He just watched the pair of bright yellow dragon boots walk from in front of him to the table and stand still, "What you wrote was I gave you?" ”

"Exactly." Wen Qingwu stopped saluting and sat back.

But Joan of Arc walked up to her and stood down, which made her very stressed.

She sits, and the emperor stands aside, what kind of reason is this.

Wen Qingwu is like kneeling on pins and needles.

She blew the paper on the table, pinched both sides, and prepared to hand it to Emperor Joan of Arc.

Emperor Joan of Arc put his hands behind his back and didn't answer, "You continue to write, I just watch from the side." Halfway through the word, he stopped, apparently not finished.

"Yes." Wen Qingwu put the paper back, pressed it with a paperweight, and lifted the pen.

Holding a pen and looking at the paper in front of him, he couldn't put pen to paper for a long time.

There was a ninety-five standing next to her, and he was staring at her so brightly, it was so stressful that he couldn't put pen to paper.

"What, can't you write?" Emperor Joan of Arc's tone was displeased.

Wen Qingwu sighed slightly, "It's because everyone's Son of Heaven is too powerful, standing next to the slave maid, the slave maid's hand holding the pen is trembling, how to write?" She looked at the paper in front of her and said with a bitter face.

"Aren't you not afraid of heaven and earth on weekdays? What kind of delicate pretending to be here. Emperor Joan of Arc was dissatisfied, and his gaze swept over her hand, "I look at your hand and it doesn't tremble at all. If you don't put pen to paper, you'll cut off this hand! He said, his voice so deep that it seemed like he would really do that. The anger in his tone couldn't be hidden.

The biggest thing for him to go to court today is today's flood control and people's livelihood disasters.

Henan Province and Guanzhong are good, after all, they are at the feet of the Son of Heaven and Kyoto.

Elsewhere, from Hebei Province to Gangnam Province, the floods are serious, and the management is even more lax. Slack, he wanted to arrest all the officials in the jurisdiction over there and cut off his head.

Not to mention Jiannan Province and Lingnan Province, one mountainous area was the most severely affected, and the other was the most serious rainfall in the south, and the hurricane almost killed half of the people in the city.

Half of the local officials were affected, and half of the remaining half fled in a hurry.

Leaving behind the dead and wounded of the common people of that city, few alive, and the hanging. The situation was so serious that when he heard this, he became furious in the court.

When he thought that because of these people's unauthorized departure, he longed to break people into pieces.

If you are an official of Tianzhou, you should put the people first, and you should die in your position.

led the court's Yulu, used the people's taxes, and when the disaster came, he abandoned the people and fled by himself, how could such a person not be angry?

At this moment, Emperor Joan of Arc is really angry. If it weren't for the fact that what Wen Qingwu wrote was useful to the people and water, looking at her grinding appearance, he couldn't help but kick people away.

Of course, Emperor Joan of Arc's anger Wen Qingwu felt it, and no matter how much pressure he was at the moment, he could only continue to write.

This uncle is angry, and if you think about it, you know that it must be for the flood. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to tolerate her today, so just because she used his things at will, she could kick her outside the Zichen Palace.

So he took a deep breath and set his eyes on the paper.

I read the last few sentences on the paper, and wrote down my thoughts.

As soon as the pen is dropped, it is like a mourning pear and cutting, so smooth that it never stops.

The leaky pot next to it is like a top strategy, and I can't wait to wave the thoughts and inspirations in my head.

Emperor Joan of Arc stood next to Wen Qingwu and looked at what she had written.

At first, I just watched it, but the more I watched, the more fascinated I became. The pieces of paper are one by one, and they really wasted their minds to ponder and study. Anyone like Emperor Joan of Arc who is not very proficient in flooding can see it clearly.

There is nothing deep and difficult to understand, it is all simple and straightforward. At first glance, it was written for someone like him.

Emperor Joan of Arc couldn't help but turn his head, looked at the little slave next to him, and asked in a low voice, "How long has she been writing here?" ”

Fan Yunxian was standing next to Wen Qingwu, and after Emperor Zhende came, he took a few steps back. looked at the nose and nose, and at the same time was extremely glad that he was with the right person.

Looking at this battle, Wen Cairen is really favored.

It was already dark outside, and it was supposed to be the time for him to change jobs, but thinking that Wen Qingwu hadn't left, he didn't move.

It's only a moment, and who knows if you can remember.

Take the opportunity to give it a ride later, and the memory will always be more profound.

Just stood like this until his feet hurt, and he was about to rub his legs secretly, when he suddenly heard Emperor Joan of Arc turn his head and ask himself.

At first, he looked left and right in a daze, and found that the emperor was still looking at him, so he hurriedly said: "Back to Your Majesty"

"Shh Emperor Joan of Arc interrupted him, put his index finger to his mouth, and glared at him with displeasure, "Why are you so loud, am I deaf?" ”

"The slave knows what is wrong!" Fan Yunxian hurriedly lowered his voice and replied, "Back to Your Majesty, Wen Cairen came early in the morning. ”

"Writing here all the time?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked in a suppressed voice, and nodded at Wen Qingwu, who was struggling to write straight.

He was amazed.

Not to mention a little woman, even a man, those men who participated in the imperial examination could not write a policy in such a day calmly.

She's amazing.

is so steady and calm, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Back to Your Majesty, talented." Fan Yunxian replied, pointing to the stack of crooked books on the table, "After reading the noon, I started to write." Until now. ”

Oh my God, he's really been lucky enough to go through eight lifetimes!

It was just favored by Wen Cairen.

And then he spoke to His Majesty so easily.

Oh my god!

He was so lucky!